[z-ro:] uh i was down on my last down with my stomach touching my back instead of my partner’s helping me i was what they were laughing at can’t approach the girl of your dreams with pro-wiens and wragger jeans so wife five-four shirt with the collar, plus no dollar it’s been a long time since i slept outside, next door to my daddy house back then darrell louis would smack they junior in my daddy house i’m not trippin’ i’m actually glad that they turned there backs on me f*ck family and f*ck friends too, it’s just me and my strap homie yeah i was that nerd n*gg* yestraday the day i rapped homie a pocket full of pencils but came a pistol in my lap homie i was voted most likely to become a teacher everybody cl*ss is in session put’cha ears up and a mirror speaker and the day’s lesser than simple if you don’t work, you don’t eat and the lowest level of a man is when he is living on the street whatever you put in the game, the game goin give back to you playa that’s why my mind ain’t on these b*tches, i keep my mind on paper

[paul wall:] i got my mind on that paper, mayn i’m thinking bout them stacks my motivation is being solds in cadillac’s my decoration is candy coats and super posts my worst nightmare’s waking up and being broke my mind frame is go get it with no excuse if all that crying though help me, then tell me what’s the use? my hustle schedule is all night and all day if there some paper to be made, then i’m on the way my daily routine is stacking chains and hitting licks i use my with stick go get it and stack them chips the haters b*mping they lips to try to throw me off but my eyes on the green like i was playing golf i’ll never ease up mashing until the day i croak i’ll be eighty selling med’s to old folks i keep my mind on bread just like a baker my eyes on that paper till i meet my…

[sample x2: scarface] [z-ro:] i got to keep my hands on swoll [x2]

[z-ro:] see i might beat a chick up or should i’da and take the hoe home when you meet a chick you f*ckin’ the next day, her homies go home but in my crib the type of shenanigans just don’t go on thinking i’m goin pay to see your p*ssy, b*tch you got me so wrong i might spend a little here, spend a little there never spend any of it on p*ssy, i’m a real player early birds get the worm, i’m up when the c*ck crows i’m a slip in the baker read cause i promise i got doe this ain’t pay rent money, this play with money when my friends stop playing with me, i started to play with money my n*gg* my *ss, ain’t not one of y’all my n*gg* no mo’ except for jimbo, one night he caught me creepin’ up out of da bibyo even though i was down on my luck so he threw me a bone put money in my pocket, put me in a room and then my n*gg* was gone ever since then i been tasting paper like paper murder one of my people have money ain’t grown in love of it is evil